So, it looks like Disney are buying Fox; it’s all over the internet, I surely don’t have to find a specific article to link to about it.
The art here is far, far from my best work. I was really sick while drawing it, especially yesterday in the pencilling stage (I normally draw the whole comic in one sitting in about two hours; that should give you an indication of how bad I was feeling). There was meant to be one of the blue aliens from Avatar in there with them, but I saw the word “alien” in the script and, in my delirium, just figured it was the xenomorph that I’d drawn already; they were all meant to be carrying cardboard boxes of possessions to their cubicles, but I simply forgot entirely.
The most annoying thing is that now I’m feeling a bit better, I can now see in my head how I’d like to redraw the comic, with a much cleaner layout and added visual jokes with the personal items in their boxes. But I just don’t have the time. As Robert once said in the podcast, we make the comic we’re capable of making on whatever given day, and then it gets sucked into the black hole that is the archive. I think Robert said that. It might have been me, but I always attribute it to Robert, because quoting someone other than yourself always lends any given thought more gravitas.
I don’t mind the xenomorph or Spider-Man, but they were pencilled while I was only starting to spiral downwards; the rest was like a fever dream. At least the joke’s funny.
Annotation by Robert:
The DC Extended Universe is a fascinating case study in filmmaking catastrophe after filmmaking catastrophe, broken up only briefly by the bright spot of Wonder Woman. Justice League cannot technically be the nail-in-the-coffin, because Aquaman’s shooting is mostly complete. But The Flash is still floating in pre-production limbo, and Wonder Woman 2, Man of Steel 2 and Cyborg seem less and less likely as the dismal box office numbers for JL get worse and worse.
Entirely absent of that, Martin and I both enjoyed Justice League, because it achieves the glorious miracle of wanting its audience to have fun. It has the good horse-sense to portray Superman as a heroic figure who smiles and cracks jokes, in sharp and unexplained contrast to his prior two solid movies of sulking, but it’s also very awkward because his upper lip is obviously digitally altered to hide Henry Cavill’s contractually-unshavable moustache. And that’s the movie in a nutshell: a blatantly obvious course-correction papered over with bad VFX, but one with its heart in the right place. The rest of it is mostly so-bad-it’s-good with occasional legitimately-good, most of the actors do well with their ridiculous dialogue, and I was more than entertained throughout its runtime. I expected The Avengers Except Shit, but got Lord of the Rings With Superheroes And It’s Endearingly Shit.
Also, interesting making-of facts: when we originally wrote this comic, we gave the Flash a line as well, but it didn’t fit the flow so we cut it. Satisfied, Martin and I decided the comic was finished, only to realise that we’d never once brought up Aquaman. And doesn’t that sum up this movie’s Aquaman in a nutshell: so forgettable it’s hard to even make fun of him. It’s bizarre to say that about Jason Momoa, who usually radiates friendly-bro charisma, but it’s the truth.